#daenerys x ygritte

[my-meadowlark]

fic: a woman, not a queen [got/asoiaf: daenerys/ygritte]

Title: A woman, not a queen Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones Characters/Pairing: Daenerys Targaryen/Ygritte Rating: E Word Count: 3997 Content warnings: Complete disregard for canonical logic, general smuttery Summary:

Ygritte knows many things. Useful things. Things that keep you alive. Things that keep you dead. Things worth knowing.

Ygritte knows how to swim and how to control the muscles that make you breathe. How to keep them from seizing up and killing you when the ice shatters under your feet and you fall into the cold water underneath.

But Daenerys makes her feel out of her depth.

Notes: Written for the prompt “Kneeling” for my kinktober Bingo

Read it on AO3 HERE or under the cut.

Ygritte knows many things. Useful things. Things that keep you alive. Things that keep you dead. Things worth knowing.

Ygritte knows how to swim and how to control the muscles that make you breathe. How to keep them from seizing up and killing you when the ice shatters under your feet and you fall into the cold water underneath.

But Daenerys makes her feel out of her depth.

Like she’s three again and being thrown into the river so she’ll either sink or learn to swim.

“You think very loudly, Ygritte.”

Ygritte rolls onto her side to look at the naked woman next to her. A princess and a queen and a khaleesi and a mother of dragons and whatever else Missandei keeps repeating whenever she introduces her to someone new. A woman, at the end of the day. Just like Ygritte, who doesn’t even have a family name.

Southerners are like magpies, if you ask her. Collecting useless things like strings of titles just because they shine pretty when the sun hits them just right.

“What am I thinking about, then? Since you can hear.”

“Me.”

Ygritte puts on her best imitation of what she assumes southern ladies sound like. “Aye, Daenerys Targaralaleeday,” she knows it's Targaryen, but she prefers to watch an indignant little crinkle appear between Daenerys’s eyebrows instead, “mother of dragons, breaker of chains, reader of minds.”

“Tamer of wildlings,” Daenerys adds, one fingertip tracing the bruise she sucked onto the pale skin between Ygritte’s breasts just a few hours ago.

“You’ve tamed nothing, southern girl.”

“I’m not a girl.” There’s nothing cute about the frown on her face now. She’s angry, not just annoyed. Ygritte has known the signs of a storm in the horizon since before she could talk, and they’re all right there in Daenerys’ eyes. “I’m a Khaleesi.”

Ygritte lets out a quiet chuckle. She’s never been afraid of storms.

“I don’t care.” In one swift movement Ygritte is on top of Daenerys, strong lean thighs straddling round hips and calloused hands planted on the bed on either side of Daenerys’s head.

“All those titles of yours,” she leans forward and kisses Daenerys, and there’s no holding back the smirk on her face when she hears Daenerys’s quiet sound of protest as she pulls away, “all those names. They mean nothing here.”

“I’m still your queen.” Daenerys tries to sound serious, but Ygritte can see how much she wants to kiss her written all over her face.

“I’ve got no queen.”

Daenerys holds her gaze for a moment, and Ygritte wonders what she’s thinking. Is she thinking about punishing Ygritte? About having her men make her kneel for their queen? About how many of them Ygritte would probably kill (or maim, at the very least) before they succeeded?

“But you’re still on my side.” It’s not a question, but Ygritte feels like Daenerys meant it as one.

“On your side of what?”

Daenerys looks surprised by the question. Like it should be obvious. But Ygritte has nothing to do with whatever lords and ladies get up to south of the Wall, and she’s not interested in changing that.

“Nothing.” Daenerys finally answers, after a few moments of thought. “Everything.”

Ygritte’s never had the patience for riddles.

“You’ve got to learn some real words, you know. With some weight to them.” Ygritte knows ladies down south aren’t supposed to do much. She wonders if they teach them to keep even their words light so they won’t bother the men.

“What do you mean?” Daenerys sounds genuinely curious. Ygritte’s seen that look in her eyes before, when she’s taught her how to tell where the North is, how to follow the stars or how to track your next meal. She knows Daenerys knows all kinds of things Ygritte can’t even imagine, but when it comes to useful things – things that matter – she knows nothing at all.

“I mean,” Ygritte says, moving one hand from its place on the bed to wrap around Daenerys’s wrist, “you say on your side of everything and that means nothing, don’t it? No such thing as everything. I can’t promise you everything any more than I can promise you the moon.”

“But you could,” Daenerys argues, but she doesn’t fight Ygritte when she pins a slender wrist to the bed above Daenerys’s head, “you could say it.”

Ygritte shifts on top of Daenerys, puts more of her weight on the hand she has around Daenerys’s left wrist to free the other so it can do the same to the her right one.

“Is that what the southern lords do to you ladies? Lie?”

“It’s not lying. It’s…” Daenerys thinks for a moment, and Ygritte takes the chance to admire just how pretty she looks, naked and soft and letting Ygritte have her way with her instead of playing the part of a khaleesi or a queen. “It’s like a wish. You know it’s impossible, of course. But if it were possible, you’d do it.”

Ygritte lets out a huff of laughter. “No weight to it, none of that. Seen empty water skins with more substance to them than all those empty words.”

Daenerys looks almost offended, and Ygritte wonders if maybe she grew up dreaming of a fair prince who’d make weightless promises to her while bending his knee.

“Go on, then,” Daenerys says, and that defiant, queenly tone of hers comes through in every word, “show me those words with weight to them.”

Ygritte smirks, unable to hide the fact that she’s been waiting for a chance to do just that, and starts by pressing a kiss to Daenerys’s lips. Just because there’s a weight to that, too.

“I promise,” she starts, knee nudging Daenerys’s soft thighs apart, “I’ll keep you well kissed. And well fucked."

Ygritte sees the first hint of an eye roll on Daenerys's face, but she shifts her weight and presses her thigh against Daenerys's cunt, and the blonde's eyes flutter closed instead.

"I promise I'd kill for you. And I'd die for you."

"I should--" Daenerys arches her back, rocking against Ygritte's muscular thigh, "I should knight you. Make you captain of my queensguard."

Ygritte kisses the pulse at the base of Daenerys's throat, licks a path up the side of her neck, catches her earlobe between her teeth and grins when she feels her struggle against the hold of Ygritte's hands around her wrists.

"I don't give a fuck about the queen," she whispers, low and hot against Daenerys's ear, "but I'd fight an army for you."

Danerys shudders against her and rocks harder, faster against her thigh. She's soft and slick and if Ygritte didn't have her hands otherwise occupied, she'd have at least two fingers inside her by now.

"What else?" Daenerys breathes it out, pale skin flushed pink and pebbled nipples dragging against Ygritte's skin every time she moves. "What else would you do for me?"

Ygritte lets out a quiet, husky chuckle against her neck. "I'd fight dragons for you, southern girl."

Daenerys is too far gone – too close to the edge – to argue Ygritte's wording, but she does manage to choke out a quiet, "impossible" between moans.

"Aye. Impossible to fight them and win," Ygritte shifts just enough to change the angle of her thigh against Daenerys's cunt, and the blonde arches her back and rides it even faster, "but I'd die trying."

Ygritte doesn't know if it's the words or the new angle that does it, but Daenerys comes with Ygritte's name on her tongue, shuddering against Ygritte's drenched thigh and then falling limply back on the mattress like a well-loved rag doll.

She always seems to need a few moments to herself after she comes, and Ygritte lets her have them, lying next to her and waiting for the shorter woman to come to her when she's ready.

It doesn't take long at all.

"Ygritte," Daenerys says, rolling onto her side and lazily draping an arm and leg over the other woman, "if I asked you to kneel instead of killing or dying for me. Would you?"

Ygritte lets the question sit in her head for a while. "Kneel for you?"

Daenerys nods against Ygritte's chest. "For your queen."

Ygritte smiles and presses a kiss to platinum hair. Daenerys knows next to nothing about things that matter. "I've got no queen," she reminds her, voice soft but firm.

Daenerys sighs, but she doesn't protest.

***

  Ygritte doesn't think she'll ever get tired of watching Daenerys's dragons.

She watches them take off and fly around. Watches them land, heavy and graceful, and feels the thud of their massive bodies hitting the floor right inside her ribcage. Like when someone plays a drum right next to you.

Sometimes, she watches them hunt. She doesn't like that as much, just because there's no beast in the land who can put up a fair fight against them so it almost feels cheap. Like they haven't quite earned their meal.

And sometimes, like right now, she just watches them and lets them watch her.

Daenerys is a protective mother. Too protective, Ygritte thinks. So she'd never tell her she has a favorite dragon, because she's sure Daenerys would take offense on behalf of the other two. Especially because Ygritte's favorite is not the one Daenerys loves the most.

He's white – a warm white, like milk, not cold like snow – and gold. Mostly gold. He looks like he was forged instead of grown in an egg.

Ygritte crouches down, relaxes her stance, and watches Viserion come closer. He reminds her of a cat, somehow. When she tilts her head to the right, he does the same, nostrils flaring as his breath comes out in clouds of steam.

"I've got something for you," she says, triple checking that his brothers are distracted before reaching into her bag and pulling out one of the fish she caught earlier. Dragons can fish, she figures, but they don't know how to make holes in the ice to reach the water below. Maybe she'll teach them some time. Their mother sure won't.

Ygritte throws the fish up in the air and watches Viserion catch it between his teeth. He could've swallowed it whole, but he chews a couple times first, and she takes it as a compliment on her fishing skills.

"I'll teach you how to get more some time. Before you leave."

"You could come with us." Daenerys's voice doesn't quite startle her, but it comes as a surprise. "I'm sure he'd let you ride him South."

"Would you?" Ygritte is still looking at Viserion, and when she offers his hand he bumps it with his enormous snout. Like a massive, fire-breathing cat. "But I'd never ask. You're no horse."

She respects him too much to treat him like a horse or an ass or an ox.

"You could still come," Daenerys says once Ygritte stands up and turns around to face her, "we could both ride horses if that's what you'd prefer."

Ygritte shakes her head with a smile and walks towards the hut they've been calling a home for the last few weeks. At first Daenerys tried to pitch her silky, queenly tent, but facing one Northern night in it was enough to make her see the error of her ways.

"And what would I do in the South, Dany?" Ygritte much prefers the shorter name. Less of a mouthful. "Play the fiddle and sew?"

Dany lets out a quiet chuckle. "Ladies don't play the fiddle, if that's what you were going for."

"This lady would. If she were a lady."

"So you would. I'd have a fiddle made for you the minute we arrived."

Ygritte finishes feeding the fire, frees herself from her bow and quiver and her bag full of freshly caught fish, and even sheds the outer layer of furs she's wearing. Their hut is warm enough.

"I can't play the fiddle. You'd be wasting good wood."

Dany rolls her eyes. When Ygritte finally sits down and settles in near the fire, she immediately claims her place on the wildling's lap, thighs straddling Ygritte's legs. "I'd hire the best fiddle player to teach you." She kisses Ygritte's chapped lips. "If playing the fiddle is what you want, then I'll see to it that it happens."

"I don't want to play the fiddle." Dany's lips are soft and warm, like the rest of her. She's always warm.

"What is it that you want, then? Come with me and I'll give you anything you ask for." Dany kisses her again, and then a third time. "I'll give you fields full of game for you to hunt. I'll give you--" another kiss, deeper this time, just enough to make Ygritte let out a sound of protest when it ends, "whatever you want."

They've had this conversation before, but this time Ygritte wants to make sure Dany hears her. That she listens. So she hooks one finger under Dany's chin and tilts her face up until she's looking into Ygritte's eyes.

"Whatever I want is this."

This. The North and Dany and a hut that's always a little warmer than it should be because Dany is in it. Three dragons. Fresh fish for dinner. Freedom. And Dany.

She knows Dany's listening this time because her eyes glisten with unshed tears.

"Don't you love me?"

"Aye, I love you. I love you." Ygritte kisses her for good measure and lets Dany press herself even closer against her. "Not some khaleesi. Not the queen you'll be down South."

"That queen and I are one and the same. I am her, and she is me."

Ygritte sighs. "No."

She kisses Dany before she can protest. Before she can go on about birth rights and blood and gods know what else. She kisses Dany until she's quiet. Until she's soft and pliant against her. Until she wraps her legs around Ygritte's waist so she can carry her to bed. She kisses her as she lowers her onto the bed, and then she kisses her some more, calloused fingers making quick work of untying Dany's leather trousers and pushing them down her legs.

Ygritte doesn't want to waste time with the furs above Dany's waist, but when she pulls away from Dany's lips she sees the blonde herself has done the work for her, vest and shirt pulled open to give Ygritte full access to Dany's breasts.

"You're always so warm," Ygritte muses out loud, already making her way down Dany's body to kiss the swell of her right breast and flick her tongue against a pretty pink nipple.

"Fire and blood," Dany sighs, fingers tangling in unruly red hair, "but you're the one who's been kissed by fire."

Ygritte smiles against soft skin, sucks Dany's right nipple into her mouth and pinches the left between her fingers. When Dany's back arches off the bed, Ygritte lets the nipple in her mouth go and starts kissing a path down to Dany's bellybutton, and then to the soft curls between her legs.

"You're always so wet." Ygritte breathes in the scent of her, voice reverent like she guesses other people might sound when they bend the knee for their queen. But she's got no queen.

"Not always," Dany corrects softly, thighs spreading for Ygritte, "only for you."

Ygritte closes her eyes for a moment, lets the words sink into her chest like a glass of hot mead in a cold winter night. She kisses the inside of Dany's thigh, lets her lips linger there for a moment, hopes Dany understands how this is much more important than anything South of the Wall.

Once the moment passes – once Ygritte feels like she's breathing right once again – she turns her head and noses at soft silver-white hair, kisses Dany's swollen clit, and lets out a quiet moan at the first taste of her.

Ygritte knows many things worth knowing, but one of the most important things she knows is just how Dany likes to be fucked. And Ygritte knows that very well.

Soft at first, kisses and gentle licks and the pads of Ygritte's thumbs holding her folds open so she can worship every inch of her with her mouth. She waits until Dany's hips rock up against her mouth to suck on her clit and slide one finger deep inside her, and when Dany pulls on her hair Ygritte knows gentle is no longer what she needs.

She nips at sensitive skin, fucks Dany with two fingers and then three, feels Dany's thighs clamp around her head when she matches the thrusts of her fingers with her tongue against Dany's clit.

And then everything stills. Dany's whole body tenses, her cunt squeezes tightly around Ygritte's fingers, and she finally comes with a cry that sounds a lot like she's trying to say Ygritte's name.

She knows not to stop right away. She knows to be gentle, to help her ride out the waves of pleasure crashing over her until Dany softly pushes her away and Ygritte knows any more would be too much.

Ygritte crawls back up Dany's limp, sated body and kisses her deep and slow, letting her southern girl taste herself on Ygritte's tongue.

"Do you like the way you taste?"

Dany nods against Ygritte's lips, too spent to speak.

"That's not the taste of a queen," Ygritte says, and she sees a flash of something nearly dangerous in Dany's eyes, "that's the taste of a woman."

She kisses Dany again before she can argue.

"And a well fucked woman at that."

***

Ygritte doesn't help Dany pack up her things. She doesn't watch, either. She just lets it happen. She's a free woman. Dany isn't, but Ygritte won't add more chains to the ones she's been carrying around from birth.

Viserion lands right next to her, snout sparkling with frozen droplets of water. He's been fishing. Something aches in Ygritte's chest, like an arrowhead someone forgot to pull out.

"I've got to go." Dany's voice isn't as firm as she probably wanted it to be.

"You want to go," Ygritte corrects.

For a split second, Dany looks like she might cry. And then she looks like she might have Viserion burn Ygritte right where she stands.

"I am a queen. I'm their queen." Dany gestures towards the East, but Ygritte knows she meant to point South. Dany knows so few useful things. "They need me there."

Nobody needs a queen. That's what Ygritte wants to say. Nobody needs someone to kneel for. Someone to own them. Nobody.

"Well, I don't need you here--"

"I know."

"But I want you here."

Dany stares at her for a moment. The fire is gone from her eyes, and Ygritte would feel bad if she didn't know that's how you learn. You're thrown in ice water so you'll learn to float and save yourself. Nobody learns from people making things easy for them.

"Ygritte--"

"Run away with me."

Ygritte thinks the look Dany gives her is as close as a queen can get to pleading.

"Fuck being their queen," Ygritte continues, unwilling to bend to rules that mean nothing in the North, "stay and be my woman instead."

Dany frowns. She presses her lips together and sets her jaw, and then she talks about honor and duty and many other things that mean nothing to Ygritte. She's come to hate weightless, empty words.

"They don't care," Ygritte says, and she's not sure if Dany stops talking from the shock of being interrupted while talking about queenly shite, or because Ygritte raised her voice.

"They don't care," she says again, softer this time, hoping Dany will hear. "They don't care whose ass sits on the throne. Whose head's under the crown. They'll have them kneel for whoever wears it. If not you, then someone else. A Stark or a Mormont or whoever they can find. It doesn't matter. The head under the crown doesn't matter."

Dany looks like she's just been thrown in a river full of ice-cold water for the first time in her life. And Ygritte decides to help her remember how to breathe.

"The head between my thighs, though. That matters. If not you, then—well."

Dany shakes her head like she's silently begging her not to say it—silently begging her to let this be easy for her.

"Then no one else."

***

Daenerys doesn't stay North of the Wall.

And neither does Ygritte.

She rides Viserion exactly once, only because the alternative would have been a ship and she trusts the air more than the sea. Once he lands, heavy but graceful, she thanks him but decides her feet belong on firm ground.

The first thing Ygritte notices about Braavos is the warmth. She's only ever known winter, and she's never taken in a breath that didn't feel like ice in her lungs. She's never been outside and not seen her breath come out like puffs of smoke. She's never felt her skin warm up in the sun.

One of the first lessons she learns in Braavos is just how quickly the sun can burn her skin when it's not protected by furs.

She soon discovers she's the one who knows next to nothing in the Free City. She doesn't speak Braavosi or High Valyrian or any of the other tongues she hears around the city. She doesn't know how to haggle – she barely understands money – or how to navigate the maze of streets that all look the same to someone who's used to looking at trees instead.

But Ygritte's always been sharp. You don't survive up North if you're not quick on your feet, and she knows she'll learn sooner rather than later.

They live in a big house made of stone. Not made of rocks – made of stone, blocks of stone cut by a mason and built to last. It's got a red door in the front and a courtyard with a lemon tree at the back, and Ygritte doesn't think Dany will ever understand just how much of a luxury that is. Having their own lemon tree.

Braavos is loud and crowded and Ygritte doesn't quite belong, but Dany does. Not Daenerys Targaryen. Not a queen or a khaleesi. Dany. And Ygritte figures she'll end up belonging, too.

"The fish merchant said war's still raging in Westeros," Dany says one day as she walks out onto the courtyard.

Ygritte doesn't stop inspecting the small flowers that will become lemons with time. "So let it rage."

"Hundreds-- thousands of men will--"

"So let them die." Ygritte speaks slowly, purposefully, and finally looks at Dany. She knows she'll never stop feeling like she abandoned her people, no matter how many times Ygritte tells her the people of Westeros didn't even know she was alive. Ygritte was raised to survive, and she figures Dany was raised to serve.

To rule, Dany would say if Ygritte asked her. But Ygritte knows better.

Ygritte sees the struggle in Dany's eyes. She's fire and blood and that means something to her. So Ygritte walks closer, reaches for one of her hands, gives her something solid to anchor herself to. Something with a weight to it.

Dany lets out a sigh.

"Valar morghulis."

Ygritte nods, the pad of her thumb brushing Dany's soft knuckles. "Aye. But first, we live."

Dany kisses her like she's sealing a promise, soft but relentless, and when she's done Ygritte feels her lips tingle like she's put fresh lemon on them.

Still holding on to Dany's hand, she sinks down to her knees in front of her and wraps her fingers around the hem of Dany's dress to start pulling it up her legs.

"You finally bent the knee, my love."

Ygritte smiles against the soft skin of Dany's thigh and presses an open-mouthed kiss to it.

"For you," she says, feeling Dany's fingers in her hair as her lips start moving up, "not for a queen."

[mysticalcatpeanut]

Just wanted to point out, Arrax (Lucerys' dragon) is also son of Syrax (Rhaenyra's dragon)... so both mothers are mourning in this scene

[male-22-fan]

[norringtondeservestheworld]

GAME OF THRONES -> SEASON TWO

"The night is dark and full of terrors."

(Season one)

[witchthewriter]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!    

a/n: this is the female character edition, I will do a part 2 for the male characters. Also... how I see the characters Hogwarts House, MBTI, Zodiac signs and moral alignments can totally be argued. 

Warnings: spoilers I guess? I mean it’s been out for ages but if you’re only just watching the show then ... yeah spoilers

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐲

🌿ENFJ 🍁Slytherin 📜Chaotic Good >> Chaotic Neutral  🔮Aries Sun, Cancer Moon, Leo Rising  

・She needs someone who is accepting of her leadership. Throughout history, many royal relationships fail because one doesn’t like the other being in the lead. So Dany needs someone who is okay with her being in charge

・Dany needs someone who is intuitive, sensitive but not afraid of voicing their opinion 

・Someone who goes out of their way to make her feel seen - not just in a leadership sense, but her history, where she came from, her ancestors, her family. 

・She needs someone who understands the political value of marriage and how to work the game of thrones. 

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄:

Gemini, Leo, and Sagittarius. These signs are full of life, ready to grasp the bull by the horns. Leo and Sagittarius work with Aries because they’re fellow fire signs - they have the same emotional and mental appetite. Gemini works because they’re -ready -, they’re witty and intelligent. 

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝑩𝑻𝑰:

INFP & ISFP, are great matches as they’re intuitively inclined, and who can keep a good/interesting conversation. Personal growth is important to ENFJs and these signs will encourage as well as grow along with them. 

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔/𝒐:

Emotionally Unstable (You) x Also Emotionally Unstable But Tries To Hide It (Dany)

Sun x Moon

Both Wary of Love & Don’t Think This Can Be Real

𝐘𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞

🌿ESFP 🍁Gryffindor 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Sagittarius Sun, Aquarius Moon, Virgo Rising  

・Ygritte is a wild woman, she’s independent and thrill-seeking. But that doesn’t necessarily mean she needs someone who is the exact same.

・Ygritte would love being with someone who shows her new places, cultures and ways of living. 

・She’s very open-minded and wouldn’t work with someone who is traditional

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄:

The fiery Aries, the vivacious Leo and the adventurous Gemini. Those that can keep up with the Sagittarius’ wildness, their need for adventure and new experiences. These signs aren’t conventional, they’re broad-minded - open to new things.

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝑩𝑻𝑰:

INTJ, INFJ, ISTJ, and ISFJ  types who are more introverted, who can give ESFPs new perspectives and opinions on things. The ideal relationship for an ESFP is one that fulfills their need for attention while giving them the freedom to follow their own goals. 

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔/𝒐:

Isn't Scared of Anything (Ygritte) x Worries About Everything (You)

Thinks They're In Charge (Ygritte) x Is Actually In Charge (You)

Teases Them (Ygritte) x About To End Them (You)

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚

🌿ESFJ 🍁Gryffindor 📜Neutral Good 🔮Libra Sun, Virgo Moon, Taurus Rising

・Sansa has had a traumatic upbringing - 

・And she doesn’t trust easily, nor does she actively pursue love

・So she needs someone who will move slowly; act on her terms, not push her, not make her feel closed in

・I think love would spark with someone who makes her feel safe, but is also very sharp and quick with their come backs. She would love someone with great banter. 

・She would also do well with someone who is lighthearted and isn’t scared of making a fool of themselves

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄:

Aquarius, Sagittarius, Gemini and Taurus. The air signs work because Libra is a fellow air sign - they’ve got the similar witty repartee. Sagittarius makes Libra feel safe while still encouraging them and lighting their adventurous side. Taurus works with Libra well because they’re both ruled by Venus - the planet of love; which makes both of them lovers of luxury, art and romance.

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝑩𝑻𝑰:

ESFJ's natural partner is the ISFP, or the INFP. ESFJs need someone who is open with their feelings and who is honest with their desires. They have similar decision making abilities. 

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔/𝒐:

Dumbass (You) x Oh God I Guess That’s My Dumbass (Sansa)

Opposites Attract 

Character That Doesn't Believe The Other Could Ever Love Them Back But They Do

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐢

🌿ISFJ 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Lawful Good turned Chaotic Good turned Chaotic Neutral? 🔮Pisces Sun, Virgo Moon, Libra Rising  

・Missandei needs someone who is willing to take the time to get to know her. Who won’t rush her into a relationship or make her feel pushed beyond her limits. 

・She needs someone who will make her feel safe - as her safety wasn’t guaranteed until Dany came along 

・Missandei is also highly intelligent; she knows multiple languages, understands many cultures and is able to hold a lot of information in her mind.

・She’s quite stoic but very compassionate - until pushed to her limits. So she will do well with a partner that has a soft side; a gentle heart 

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄:

Taurus, Cancer, Scorpio, Capricorn. Taurus and Pisces have the dreamy Neptune and romantic Venus energies, they’d have a long lasting relationship filled with unconditional love, immense affection, and emotional depth. Cancer and Scorpio work with Pisces as they’re all water signs; sensitive, empathic, understanding, and committed. Capricorn and Pisces work because Saturn-ruled Capricorn is very much emotionally guarded and likes to see all the facts. It levels out the Pisces, whose dreamy nature can cloud their judgement. 

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝑩𝑻𝑰:

ISFJs thrive in relationships where they can freely provide care and empathetic understanding while receiving appreciation. They’re most compatible with ESFP & ESTP. ESTPs work with ISFJs as they allow them their freedom, while also giving clear and honest communication - which ISFJs need. ISFJs are drawn to the ESFPs passionate, high-energy personality. 

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔/𝒐:

Emotional Support Animal In Human Form

Always Bringing Them Rocks They Think They Would Like (You) x Keeps The Rocks (Missandei)

Closed Off (Missandei) x The Person They Warm Up To (You)

𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚

🌿ISTP 🍁Gryffindor 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Gemini Sun, Aries Moon, Sagittarius Rising  

・Arya cannot be limitied, she can’t be held down or given too much responsibility. If so, than she shuts down and feels trapped. 

・She needs a partner who is just as adventurous, and exploratory as she is. 

・Arya despises tradition and all her life she hated being told what to do and who to be. 

・She needs a partner who who is just as open-minded and forward thinking, someone who will amplify her visions rather than shut them down

・Arya needs someone who doesn’t want to settle down, they want to keep exploring, keep moving, keep travelling

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄:

Aries, Leo, Libra, and Aquarius. Aries & Gemini work because they’re both thrill-seeking, high-energy, and outgoing. Leo & Gemini work because they’re both full of boundless energy and love to be in a crowd. Libra & Gemini work because have similar intellectual temperaments and interests, which means they'll understand one another on a fundamental level. Gemini & Aquarius work because they’re both flirtatious, playful, and spirited, these two bond over a shared sense of humor and communication.

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝑩𝑻𝑰:

ESTJ & ENTJ, as they understand ISTPs importance in maximizing life in the moment, prioritizing rationality, and exploring the world.ISTPs will use their problem-solving skills to assist their partners through difficult moments.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔/𝒐:

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing But At Least I’m Alive, Right? (Arya) x You’re Doing Great, Sweetie (You)

Death (Arya) x the Maiden/Bachelor (You) 

Opposites Attract

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲

🌿ENFJ 🍁Slytherin 📜Neutral Good 🔮Cancer Sun, Gemini Moon, Aquarius Rising  

・Margaery knows the game, and she’s ready to parttake. 

・Nothing seems too dangerous or overwhelming for her - she can handle a lot more than people give her credit for. She figured out Cersei, was able to maneuver the High Sparrow and became Queen ... twice

・Her potential was endless, but we never saw her with someone in a truly romantic light.

・I think she needs someone who is witty, sharp and not easily overwhelmed 

・Margaery takes the role of being Queen seriously though, and wants to help the people rather than treat them how Cersei has been

・Margaery has new ideas and ways of doing things - 

・She’d need a partner who supports that, who wants to make good changes in the world.

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄:

Pisces, Taurus and Scorpio. Both Cancers and Taurus’ highly prize loyalty, so they'll be committed to each other for the long haul. Pisces work because they are both water signs, both Cancer and Pisces are highly in-tune with their feelings, as well as the feelings of others. Both Cancers and Scorpios are loyal, honest, and tend to feel their emotions very strongly.

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝑩𝑻𝑰:

INFP, ISFP and INFJ. INFP is the ENFJ’s mirror match, they’d make a wonderful, stable match long-term, with both providing and receiving emotional validation to each other. ISFP’s equally giving, self-sacrificing quality, and ENFJ’s natural, abundant kindness. INFJs are compatible because they have similar values, however very different perspectives. They’d have good conversations/debates without it becoming exhausting.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔/𝒐:

You Fell First, But They Fell Harder

Initially Distant, but Mutual Yearning 

Confident & Flirty (Margaery) x Has Never Been Flirted With Before, Thinks They're Just Being Nice (You)

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞

🌿ISTJ 🍁Hufflepuff 📜Lawful Good 🔮Virgo Sun, Capricorn Moon, Pisces Rising  

・Brienne seems to be a stoic person who doesn’t need anyone. But on the inside she craves a person, place or group to belong to. Somewhere to fit in. 

・She needs someone who is reliable, who will be by her side no matter how hard life gets. Stability means a lot to Brienne. 

・Brienne craves steadiness and thrives on a well-planned existence

・Her partner needs to understands that she may need some alone time though, as she is an introverted person

・ She may not show it openly, but she will value her partner immensely.

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄:

Scorpio, Capricorn, Taurus and Cancer. Scorpio and Virgo work because Scorpio is highly perceptive and intelligent, and they both appreciate a well-planned life. Capricorn and Virgo work because they’re equal parts pragmatic and passionate, Cap and Virgo work side-by-side to care for loved ones and create a welcoming home. Taurus and Virgo work because they both like things to look and feel "just right," making a good team for creating a sophisticated, traditional home. Cancer and Virgo work because Cancer is also nurturing by nature, and Virgos are attracted to fellow givers.

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝑩𝑻𝑰:

ISTJ's natural partner is the ESFP, ESTP, ESFJ. ISTJs need loyalty, dedication, a person who is a good listener, as well as being pragmatic. They focus on logic, and with Brienne being a Virgo, this is especially true. Her earth sign, mixed with her mbti means she is down to earth and needs someone with a clear mindset, rather than someone who is up in the clouds. 

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔/𝒐:

Tol x Smol

They probably hate me (You) x Deeply, passionately in love … is terrible at showing it (Brienne)

Home Is Wherever You Are

𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐢

🌿ENTJ 🍁Slytherin 📜Neutral Evil 🔮Leo Sun, Scorpio Moon, Gemini Rising  

・Cersei needs someone who will stand by her side no matter what. Who is painstakingly loyal - but also someone who can’t be tricked or have the wool pulled over their eyes. They need to be one step ahead of everyone, and times, even ahead of Cersei

・Cersei can be very overpowering and dominant. I think she wants someone to step up and make the hard decisions, someone to match her energy, to go above her energy. 

・Her romantic partner needs to be firm in their decisions and who isn’t easily swayed. But also who isn’t too traditional or close-minded. 

・She wants someone who is assertive, intelligent and can handle her quips. Maybe someone with a hardened exterior

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄:

The fellow fire signs Aries, Gemini, Sagittarius and Libra.. The air signs; Gemini, Libra, Aquarius, would also keep Cersei on her toes - the fast-paced and witty energy would make her life feel exciting. Aries and Leo/ Leo and Sagittarius work because both fire signs, and their combination of intense passion and high-achievement is a recipe for success. 

𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝑩𝑻𝑰:

INTP, or ISTP as they have ambitious goals and like to innovate.ENTJs are attracted to drive and passion. They want someone who has ambition, someone who wants to go above the rest.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔/𝒐:

Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

You're The Only One Who Understands Me

I was hired to kill you, but now I want to protect you.

[heartsculptor]

when we got jon and dany instead of robb and dany💔

like guys wrong stark!!!

[blade-liger-4ever]

I can hardly believe I just did this, but...

Here's my take for Rhaego Targaryen, the Stallion Who Mounts the World, plus small ideas for a minor AU of sorts.

Warning, I'm putting a cut here because Tumblr is stupid and won't let me order the pictures side by side in the proper order.

So for this take - which is personally how I'd like to see an AU of Game of Thrones, give or take some details that are or aren't changed - I like to imagine that both Drogo and Rhaego lived, with Daenerys and Drogo teaming up to retake the Iron Throne, Daenerys acting as the great strategist/political powerhouse (while being backed by her three dragons, who keep their names and most of their personalities), while Drogo leads the troops and trains all the men Daenerys brings him through her alliances. I'd probably let it be done so that Daenerys, maybe through a dealing with the witch that, obviously, doesn't involve her husband and son's deaths, does leave her unable to bear more children. Regardless of whether or not that's a factor at all in this AU, Rhaego has no more biological siblings, but quickly grows to view Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion as his brothers, while the dragons in turn also view him as their youngest brother and protect him as fiercely as their mother and father (Drogo being their father - oldest boy is named for him, after all.)

Robb would also live, and I'd like to, personally, introduce a tribe of white tiger shape-shifters from "The Land of Always Winter". I'm....honestly wanting him to marry the tribe's princess, who can really kick butt, too. The reason for this is that I feel the Night King's home for the last few centuries is underdeveloped, and I feel Robb should marry someone with experience in warfare - that, and I really like white tigers. Additionally, I'd probably have White Tiger Princess sent to find the Starks and reveal to them their ties to House Targaryen, and organize an alliance with House Stark as they battle the frozen zombies (by the way, this revelation is achieved by prophetesses from their land, and all members of the tribe learn to fight and care for each other because of the constant threat of the Night King.)

So....hrm, let me think. I guess it otherwise goes according to canon, but they manage to fix enough things that when Daenerys and Drogo - who have practically reclaimed most of the Seven Kingdoms, I suppose - meet them and learn of their family ties, Robb and Jon come to an agreement with them: Daenerys will rule the Seven Kingdoms, with Jon acting as her Hand and ruling most of the North. House Stark is still intact, though Ned, Catelyn, and Rickon are still dead, and Robb marries the White Tiger Princess and unites the two lands through their marriage. Additionally, the white tiger tribe (which I'm terribly sorry I forgot to mention earlier) has access to ice dragons, allowing for the regrowth of the dragon presence in Westeros through crossbreeding the species, and giving Jon his own dragon so that he can embrace his Targaryen heritage.

Other bullet points that I want to leave here:

Rhaego rides Viserion, who is the only unclaimed of the three dragons (I feel Drogo should ride Rhaegal, who in this story, grows to be nearly as big as Drogon.) Viserion is also the fastest, earning him the nickname "The Pale Wind".

Grey Wind lives, and gets to remain by his master's side all through to the war's end.

Nymeria reunites with Arya, who perhaps returns to the North or chooses another future for herself.

The Hound lives, always accompanying Arya, regardless of her life choice.

Jaime lives, actually gets to redeem himself, and maybe marries or otherwise has a relationship with Brienne.

Cersei gets to die, hopefully horribly (I hate her, okay?)

Sansa...TBD, either by myself or anyone else who reads this and enjoys it.

Jorah lives, acting as Rhaego's guardian and teacher as he grows.

Jon marries either Ygritte or some other woman; I personally prefer Daenerys x Drogo.

And lastly, we would probably get an epilogue of sorts where we see a young adult Rhaego, having inherited his family legacy and trained Dothraki dragonriders, embarking on a conquest of Valyria, which I'd use as a Sequel Hook for a future series.

And that's it. If you like this, thank you for reading it. If you didn't, just skip this post; it's merely a way for me to kick out the ideas that have been rattling around in my brain for Heaven knows how long.

Also, if anyone wants to make a story out of this, you have my blessing to do so. I only ask you credit me for the source of the concepts and original inventions for this. I'm not a fan of Game of Thrones, nor have I really watched it - I just looked up the characters, found I liked them, and thought "what if?"

Have fun people, and take care.

[sad-endings-suck]

Daenerys and Jon are Traumatized Romantics

Daenerys dreams of Daario after he’s left and increasingly romanticizes him more and more the longer he’s gone. When he finally returns she’s eager to see him, but is very upset upon discovering he really is a sell-sword that is ruthless and brutal. In her mind she had envisioned someone who was safe for her, who was romantic and sexy and shared her values. Upon discovering he is not exactly that person she becomes very upset.

I think Jon is also a romantic in his own way. He tries to re-contextualize his time with Ygritte as meaningful and tragic, similarly to how Daenerys looks back on her time with Drogo. However, at the time, Ygritte was simply just a person that Jon got caught up with. He was attracted to her and cared for her, but I don’t believe he was truly in love with her. Dying when, where and how she did resulted in her being martyred in his mind. Which again, is very similar to how Drogo is remembered in Daenerys mind.

Daario’s relationship with Dany represents seeing her lover as a person, but also a romantic figue. Daenerys and Jon romanticizing Drogo and Ygritte respectively, helps them cope with the trauma they dealt with during their time with their first “loves”.

Even how Jon thinks about Val is romanticized in many ways “lonely, lovely, and lethal” is so poetic. Jon does see Val as a person, but there is also that layer of romanticization there. Val and Jon are not explicitly romantic with each other, but there is a softly subtle undertone to their interactions that says otherwise. I also find it interesting that though Melissandre shares Ygritte’s red hair and forward nature, he isn’t particularly attracted to her in any way. He seems to prefer the boundaries he shares with Val to anything else. The boundaries he probably would have kept around Ygritte had he not been forced into that relationship so soon.

Ultimately, both Jon and Dany had their perception of sex and romance skewed early on in their lives by partners that were older, more experienced and uncaring towards their comfort. They were too young to have a good grasp on what a relationship should look like, and even if they did and even if Ygritte and Drogo were safe partners (which they weren’t), the fact that they were both so stressed and at such pivotal transitional times in their early lives when they first “fell in love” really did do a number on both of them.

[oh1theseus]

you with the dark curls > robb, jon, margaery, renly, missandei, jamie, alicent you with the watercolor eyes > theon, ygritte, sansa, loras, daenerys, brienne, rhaenyra

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

What The Wildling Princess Val would wear

October 4th

[dimmadoome]

Jamie Lannister and Jon Snow are living their malewife dreams right now...you can't tell me otherwise.

[ladyabaniko]

Oh, no, Tormund Gianstsbane was no blind and he was no mute also. So when he saw his Crow friend looking silently at that Red Wolf cousin-queen of his, he voiced his thought. “You know if you go back to Winterfell, you need not to commit her looks to memory. You can always look at her anytime you want.”

[hauntedheroines]

What are your ships in Game of thrones?

OT3 of unrequited love and tragedy (My most beloved love triangle)

Petyr x Catelyn

Petyr x Lysa

Daenerys

Dany x Jon (See more below)

Dany x Jorah (Unrequited love, unconditional loyalty and service)

Dany x Drogo

Jon

Jon x Dany (Specially with the possibility that she might turn dark)

Jon x Ygritte (Star crossed lovers of youth)

Jon x Arya (See more below)

Jaime

Jaime x Brienne (Love heals, slow burn)

Jaime x Cersei (Love is poison, codependent siblings, unholy couple)

OT3 of forbidden love and tragedy

Lyanna x Rhaegar (A love that started a war)

Lyanna x Robert (Unrequited love)

Rhaegar x Elia (Unrequited love)

It’s next generation

Arya x Jon (From his side, suspiciously over-protective brother; or a Rhaegar/Lyanna that loved each other platonically and didn’t disgraced themselves because of it)

Arya x Gendry (A Robert/Lyanna that worked out)

Other ships:

Arya x Jaqen (Unrequited lust from his side. Sorry, not sorry)

Sansa x Sandor (Books only)

[agentrouka-blog]

Ygritte a wildling stole a Northern maid who had Stark blood(Jon Snow). She told Jon about Bael the Bard and how his stories often romanticized. Jon also 'moved' by Ygritte singing who cried while singing. Just like Rhaegar, Ygritte died in a battle. Rhaegar died by a hammer while Ygritte by arrow. After seeing Ygritte killing old man, Jon tried to run away from his captors and Summer(Bran Stark) helped him. Lyanna was unlucky but her brother(Ned Stark) did fight for her and was there for her.

Yep. Mother and son share some unfortunate parallels, though Jon was lucky to avoid Lyanna's ultimate fate.

I am pretty confident that GRRM created that parallel primarily to help the reader understand the story of what happened to Lyanna, the same way he gives us glimpses of her story through the other Starklings. Everything is leading up to the revelation of RLJ and elevating Lyanna from a sad cautionary tale to a person whose short life contained its own valid story, who left a legacy that will live on through her son and her nieces and nephew.

Sansa and Jon in particular mirror the "romanticized" aspects of abduction, sex/marriage, (threatened) childbirth and untimely death in their arcs, while Bran and Arya in particular examine aspects of her specific personality, longing for freedom, her sense of honor and justice and the significance of a hidden past that must come to light. The division of these aspects among the characters is not accidental, they matter for the future of these characters, and they inform the legacy stolen from Lyanna that was left for them to fulfill.

Jon lived Lyanna's fate and that will - I think - actually help him move past the circumstances of his conception because he will be able to retrace how things felt from her perspective - how even in the most dire, confusing and helpless circumstances he himself remained a whole person with a multitude of feelings beyond mere despair. He will be capable of believing that Lyanna loved him, and he may find comfort in understanding that he can embrace the things that are opened up to him through this revelation of truth because it means honoring his mother's legacy by living life to the fullest.

( I KNOW how corny the comparison is, but I very much think that GRRM is going for a Show Yourself vibe when it comes to the culmination of several arcs, one being Bran discovering the historical truth of the Stark origins and understanding how he can end this threat - and another being Jon's understanding of who he truly is in all his fullness. This also being the absolute opposite of the vibe you get for someone like Tyrion getting the revelation of Tysha or Dany's "If I alook back I am lost" mantra, which hinges not on secrets being revealed but the fact that there are no significant secrets, they simply have the wrong priorities and refuse to see what matters.)

[hikarimiyanaga]

The Queen's Bride (Part 1)

Summary :

Being a rich man's kid isn't as exciting as everyone makes it out to be.

You have no freedom.

Every choice has been made for you ever since you were born.

What you eat. What course you were going to study. What school you're going to.

Even the one you were going to marry.

So to your surprise, your father has finally chosen one thing right for you.

Daenerys Targaryen.

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Look who's finally watching Game of Thrones. Surprise, surprise, I fell in love with Daenerys.

"This is bullshit!" Jon, your cousin, shouts as he paces around you.

Both of you were just given two names.

Two people you never met that you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

"Who the fuck is Ygritte and why do I have to marry her?" Jon shouts in frustration and you shrug.

"I mean, Father could've paired you with one of the Lannisters. Myrcella is an omega-"

"Shut up." Jon glares at you.

"You have to admit it. Ygritte is pretty as fuck."

"Lucky for Robb, huh? He's the heir so he could choose freely."

"She is. But- I don't know her, Y/N." Jon sighs as he sits next to you.

"Lucky asshole." You slap his arm.

"He's my big brother."

"He is. I wish I could be the heir."

"Seriously? You? Jon Stark of Winterfell Corp? Are you hearing me?"

"Shut up." The two of you look at each other then laugh. "Yours is pretty too, by the way. And a Targaryen too."

"Why them? Our mottos are literally parallels."

"Yeah. Winter is Coming."

"Fire and Blood. Like why her?" You groan at the ceiling.

"Just be glad that she's pretty. Some don't get that lucky."

"Are you talking about-" Jon nods and you sigh.

"I just wish we had freedom."

"Me too. Y/N. Me too."

-

You get your bag and look at the empty apartment around you.

"I need Sansa to room with me. Like gods, this place is fucking big enough for ten people at least." You mumble to yourself as you leave the apartment.

Just like everything else in your life. The apartment was provided by your Father, Ned Stark. You could count the number of times on your fingers that you've actually talked to him rather than just receive orders or scolding from him.

Your phone rings just as you get inside the Westeros University. You answer it as you see your little sister's name.

"Y/N! How are you?" You smile at Arya's voice.

"I'm good, Arry. Where are you?" How is she calling you right now?

"I'm at home. There was a lice problem at school today so we went home! Are you free??" You grin at her exciting tone.

"In two hours, I will be. Why?"

"Can we go play? Mom said she'll let me go to the mall if I'm with you!"

"Sure, can you wait there and behave?"

"Yep! See you later!"

"See you." You say softly and smile as you go to your first and last class of the day. You were so glad that you chose your own schedule. You sit down at your usual seat and hum as you take out your laptop. Looks like professor Varys is late today.

Westeros University is the biggest University in all of Westeros. It has lessons even in magic.

"Did you hear, Y/N?" You look up as Oberyn sits beside you. You were somewhat friends. He can charm anyone in a room while you can outread anyone in a room. Truth be told, even you didn't know why he talked to you.

"Hear what?"

"Not interested in rumors as usual?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Even if Varys tells us otherwise, I still don't like rumors and hearsays." Oberyn nods and grins in satisfaction.

"Which is why you make the perfect audience." You sigh. "Listen to this. Someone is doing it."

"Doing what?"

"Seeing if the dragons will choose them."

"Seriously? That thing hasn't been done in like 200 years."

"Right? But someone is brave enough to do it now. You know what it means, right?"

"Yeah. They get to sit on the Iron Throne regardless of their last name."

"And?" You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion.

"And what?"

"Complete freedom!" You tilt your head at him. "No more choices by parents! No arranged marriages!"

"Damn. Sounds like a dream come true."

"For you guys. I still don't get why you guys won't love freely."

"Because last names have a value of their own. Here at Westeros at least. Oh. And Westeros Conglomerate too." Oberyn shakes his head.

"What you guys should value is talent, not blood."

"Meritocracy rather than blood right. Reasonable." Oberyn looks at you. "I don't make the choices though."

"Marry the king then."

"I'd rather die, Oberyn. I'd rather eat my own shit."

"Still hate men?"

"Only romantically." Oberyn chuckles just as Varys comes through the door.

"You're missing out on like half of the world then." You give him a smile.

"I don't think I am."

-

You hum as you park your car in front of the Stark Mansion. You were just getting your bag when you feel a pair of arms circle around your legs. You look down and see Arya smiling at you.

"Hey, Arya!" You scoop her up and she squeals. Arya is only 9 years younger but you love doing this to her. "Where's Ma and Father?"

"Dad is still at work! Ma is inside!" You put her down and nod.

"Come on, then. I'll tell Ma that I'll take you to the mall." Arya grins at you and she begins to tell you about her classmates and school.

"And then this one guy-"

"Y/N! You're home!" Catelyn Stark rushes over and hugs you. You hug her just as tightly.

"Hey, Ma. Arya wanted to play with me and it's been months since I've been home so I figured I should take her."

"I'm sure she understands that you're busy with university and all."

"I know, Ma! But school is out and she said she was free." Arya pouts from beside you and you smile.

"I am free, no worries." You ruffle Arya's hair and she smiles at you.

"Be sure to be back for Dinner then."

"We'll buy some before we get home. Are Robb and Father-"

"Busy." You nod in understanding then take Arya's hand.

"You ready for an afternoon with me? Your best sister?"

"YEAH! We'll destroy those high scores in the arcade!" You grin and agree.

-

You come home with a passed out Arya, a bag full of plushies, and a bag with food.

"You actually made her sleep? You are a godsend." You laugh at your mom and grin.

"Once you get Arya's quirks and use them against her, she can make herself run out of energy."

"Please don't tell-"

"Ma, she wants to. She can afford to learn it still."

"But her marri-"

"She's still 9, ma. She doesn't need to think about that yet."

"Right. Are you staying for dinner at least?"

"Sure. Is Sansa-" Before you finish your sentence, someone has already hugged you.

"Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" You turn around and find your other little sister, Sansa Stark.

"Well, I had to exhaust this one so." Sansa looks at Arya who was cuddling your neck still.

"Whoa. Arya never sleeps this early."

"Like I said. Exhausted. Are Brandon and Rickon here?"

"Yep! They should be getting back from Winterfell by now."

"What did they do there??"

"Father wanted to show them something. Are you staying tonight?"

"If you're willing to share your bed."

"ALWAYS!" You shush her and smile.

"I'll just be putting this one in her bed then I'll come down. Here." You give the bag full of food to Catelyn and smile. "Some of my favorites."

"I'll plate them up." You nod and begin your walk with Arya still sleeping while cuddling your neck.

"You're becoming heavier, Arya. I wonder if I should do some training just so I can carry you around."

-

"Y/N! You're back!" Brandon says then hugs you.

"Hey, little brother." You kiss his head and smile as he beams at you.

"SIS!" Rickon shouts then tackles you to no avail.

"Heya, baby bro." You pick him up and grin. "Did you grow??"

"I did! I'm defeating Arya soon!" You grin at him.

"Don't let her hear you!" You ruffle his hair then turn to Sansa. "Did you do your homework yet?"

"No? Will you help me later?" She gives you her puppy dog eyes and you groan at her. You admit that you're too weak to your siblings.

"Fine. But no talking about boys. I swear to God if I hear one more thing about-"

"But Ser Loras is just so dreamy." You look at her with a deadpan expression.

"Try me and I will sleep besides Arya." Sansa pouts.

"Fine. No boy talk." She grumbles. "Stingy."

"I'm gay. I'd rather marry another omega as long as she's a woman." Catelyn smiles as she sees you getting along with your siblings.

"Do not plant ideas in their head."

"Ma, Sansa is as straight as a ruler. These two don't even know what their second genders are." Catelyn rolls her eyes at you. "That reminds me, when's your test?" You look at Sansa as you place Rickon at his seat.

"This Monday! I'm so excited to confirm that I'm an Omega!"

"And if you're a beta?" You ask and Catelyn slaps your arm. "What? There's nothing wrong about being a beta! I wanted to be one before."

"You did?" Sansa asks and you nod. "Why?"

"More options." Catelyn hits your head and you laugh.

"Why? Does being an omega lessen your options?"

"Technically, I can't have another omega as my soulmate. Not that it matters."

"Oh yeah, dad said he sent you someone." You roll your eyes at that.

"He sent a file of someone. He wouldn't just let some stranger in my apartment."

"Who is it?? Can we know??" You groan at the excitement in Sansa's voice. There's nothing more that interests her than love talk.

"She's a Targaryen."

"The Dragon Family!" Rickon shouts and you ruffle his hair.

"Yup! Bran, do you know their motto?" Brandon hums as he gets some food.

"Yeah. Fire and Blood, right?"

"Yup! You all will get some ice cream. I brought some earlier." Catelyn glares at you. "What?"

"Cavities."

"I only visit once in a while, Ma. Just this once." Catelyn pinches your cheek. "Ow! Give! Give!"

"Just this once and don't ever do this again without saying anything to me."

"Yes, Ma! I got it! Ow!" Catelyn finally lets you go and you hold your cheek. You pout at her. "You didn't have to pinch that hard."

"You know how I feel about sweets." You sigh.

"I know. Sorry."

-

"Good thing the ice cream didn't give Rickon sugar rush."

"Yeah. It was a relief that Ma didn't pinch me."

"Those two boys really love you and adore you."

"They do." You look at Sansa and pat her hair. "I hope you become a beta, baby girl." Sansa scoffs at you.

"Wha- why!?" You smile sadly at her.

"So then you'll have more freedom." Sansa holds your hand. "Sadly. As an Omega, everything is controlled for you here in Westeros. Specially if you have a last name of a noble."

"Y/N." You squeeze her hand and grin.

"Hopefully, you and Arya get to decide your own futures. And your own partners." Sansa gets teary eyed at that. You let go of her hand then pat her hair again. "Time to get ready for bed. I'll just check on Arya for a second, okay?" Sansa nods at you and you close her door before covering your mouth with your hand.

Freedom. What a grand word. For you, it was thrown out the window when you got your test results.

Everyone says that Omegas have equal standings with Alphas. That the world is getting better.

"What a load of fucking bullshit." You mumble to yourself as you make your way to Arya's room.

You open the door and see that Arya is still fast asleep. You get to her bed and kiss her head.

"I hope you'll have more freedom than me, little one." You tuck her in and leave.

-

PS.

Jon is a Stark here and Catelyn knows he's Lyanna's son but no one knows who his father is. Let's just pretend for a second that he's not a Targaryen.

I actually was going to go the usual route for this aka Alpha Reader but decided against it. Omega Reader just works better for the angst inside my head.

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House of the Dragon and/or Game of Thrones rp Request

I am over 18 so, absolutely NO minors allowed! Rules:

NO minors, pls dni if you are under 18

Semi Lit to Literate and above

AT LEAST two paragraphs for responses

oc's are allowed! i can do cc x cc ships but i prefer playing as oc's

doubles are allow

open to bxb but i do prefer bxg and gxg

pls be okay with angst, i can live without smut haha but i need my angst

I'm pretty open to triggering topics but SA (for example) can be implied but I don't want details about it. I understand that kind of thing exists in that world and can affect characters behaviors (much like irl) but if it happens I'd rather not go into the details it's just disgusting. Only implying for the character arc, or plotline. Not because you enjoy it 🤢

no pedo's or bestiality, that sort of thing is just NO 🤢

pls tell me if you don't like something i write and I will do the same, communication is key to enjoying role plays

absolutely LOVE plot

If you want our hotd universe could always lead into a got universe!

I have multiple oc's once we start discussing and depending on who you play for me will determine on the oc I share with you. Love Interests I like:

Criston Cole♥

Aegon II Targaryen♥

Daemon Targaryen♥

Addam of Hull♥

Aemond Targaryen

Hugh Hammer

Corlys Velaryon

Harwin Strong

Willem Blackwood

Viserys I Targaryen

Otto Hightower

Dyana

Gwayne Hightower♥

Rhaenyra Targaryen♥

Helaena Targaryen♥

Alicent Hightower♥

Characters I'll play:

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targeryen

Aegon II Targaryen

Viserys I Targaryen

Laenor Velaryon

Harwin Strong

Larys Strong

Willem Blackwood

Otto Hightower

Corlys Velaryon

Gwayne Hightower

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenys Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Laena Velaryon

Alicent Hightower

Jeyne Arryn

Aemma Arryn

Mysaria

Dyana

I have multiple oc's once we start discussing and depending on who you play for me will determine on the oc I share with you.

Love interests i like:

Robb Stark♥

Jon Snow♥

Jaime Lannister♥

Tyrion Lannister

Viserys Targaryen

Jorah Mormont

Ramsay Bolton♥

Khal Drogo

Tormund Giantsbane

Oberyn Martell

Daenerys Targaryen♥

Cersei Lannister

Margaery Tyrell

Sansa Stark♥

Characters I'll play:

Eddard "Ned" Stark

Jaime Lannister

Jorah Mormont

Viserys Targaryen

Robb Stark

Jon Snow

Theon Greyjoy

Tyrion Lannister

Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish

Samwell Tarly

Bronn

Benjen Stark

Oberyn Martell

Loras Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell

Cersei Lannister

Sansa Stark

Daenerys Targaryen

Brienne of Tarth

Gilly

Ygritte

Missandei